So we made it to Curitiba at around 10pm. We hoped in a taxi and headed to the hostel where we were greeted by a pleasant reception by the name of Alfredo, or maybe I'm confusing this with the pasta dish, or maybe he was named after the pasta dish. Anyway he was a nice guy and had good banter and spoke at length about robo-cop which impressed Earl. He reminded me of Fernando who did our walking tour in Buenos Aries. We got aquatinted with the hostel and then decided to call it a night. I didn't think I'd get much sleep after being asleep most of the day on the day bus to the town, but I managed to get a fair few hours and even had a crazy dream involving Vernon Kay walking upside down and getting into a Noah and the Whale gig free.
The next morning disaster happened as the South American trots hit me. This combined with a fever left me bed ridden and s***ting through the eye of a needle all day. Earl also wasn't feeling his best so we decided to hang around the hostel that day. I would have braved the fever but the fact I didn't dare be away from a toilet for more than ten minutes. The only outing we had that day was a trip to the local supermarket which was an escapade in itself due to my frequent use of passing brown water from my bottom and it was a challenge not to soil my pants. Sorry if anyone is eating their dinner while reading this.
The next day, my rectum had cleared up slightly and we were both feeling better. So after a breakfast of cold scrambled eggs on bread we made our way into the centre of town to do a walking tour of the city. There were only three of us on the tour, Earl, myself and the tour guide Rafael. As far as cities go there isn't much to write home about, he shown us the first university built in Brazil, the former city hall, the oldest two buildings in the town, where horses use to drink water and where slaves were punished, he also told us about the bus system and them having the largest bus in the world, and also shown us the smallest avenue in the world. So now on our trip to South America we had seen the biggest avenue in the world in Buenos Aries and the smallest in Curitiba, something to tell the grandkids right? :/ Though the town didn't have that much to see Rafael was a friendly guy, he gave us tips of what to see and do, and then drove us to see a museum they nickname the eye, because it looks like an eye. Apparently according to Rafael the building is part of Lonely Planet's top ten buildings to see in the world. After we saw the building Rafael dropped us back in the city where we got a bargain buffet lunch for the measly price of £1.25 and then went to bar Saccy for a casual beer. We then made our way back to the hostel where we watched Brazil beat Serbia 1-0 in a friendly game and then had dinner, a tuna salad, to start the new healthy eating kick I was on.
It was soon time to leave though. We had a night bus to catch, another 13 hour journey. We were off to Rio. Friends we met in Vietnam Tom and Rory were there so we planned n surprising them, near on a year after first meeting them and spending an unforgettable night with many others at Ha Long Bay singing karaoke and putting Gary Neville in a fridge. It promised to be a fun time in Rio.
So until then stay safe and take care